Pillows and Laughter
"Privyet? Fredka?" Ivan called out as he opened the front door of Alfred's house. He was surprised when he got no answer after ringing and knocking on the door, and he was even more surprised when he found the door unlocked. It was strange.
Ivan stepped over the threshold of the door and removed his shoes respectfully. This was very strange, even Alfred's shoes were still there, yet he was not. Ivan began to worry, had something happened to Alfred? Could there have been an intruder? But that was unlikely because even Ivan, the personified nation of Russia, could just barely match Alfred's strength. Plus, there was no signs of forced entry. Just an unlocked door.
Ivan continued further into the house, climbing the stairs and reaching the landing that stretched into a long hallway. Ivan continued walking, looking around for signs of life. He saw none. What he did see, however, was an open door. It might not have seemed like a very interesting matter, but it was. That door was always closed when he came over, and every time he had questioned Alfred of the room, Alfred had brushed him off and changed the subject.
Forgetting his search for the American, he decided to finally see what was in the room. A little look could not hurt, it might hold useful documents or other information and data he would be interested in. So he approached the door. It was dark in the room, there was a window, but the blinds were pulled shut, letting barely a thin stream of light through. The light may have been scarce, but Ivan could clearly make out a large, shapeless lump taking up much of the center of the room. Ivan reached into the room and began searching for a light switch, he found it and switched it on. Unfortunately, Ivan had been to preoccupied with the lights to notice that something had snuck up on him from behind. Said something had tackled him barely a second after he switched on the light.
His attacker was strong and their velocity sent them spiraling into the large lump. The lump was soft and tumbled under them, making it obvious to Ivan that the lump had been a huge pile of pillows. There was no time to think of why there was a huge stack of pillows, however, because Ivan quickly managed to grab his assailant and drag him over. This put him on top of him and the pillows. Ivan had raised his fist to get revenge on the attacker when he got a better look at the person beneath him.
"Alfred?" Ivan questioned.
The bright, wheat blond under him simply laughed.
"Of course! Who else would it be?" The blue eyed nation questioned.
Ivan paused to study the childish nation, then he questioned further, "Why did you sneak up on me? And this room, it is full of pillows, but I was never allowed in?"
"Well, duh! I was planning this for a really long time! It was a special surprise just for you!" With that, Alfred shoved Ivan so that their positions were switched so he was sitting on the Russian's muscular, yet soft, stomach.
Alfred then lowered himself and began cuddling Ivan. It ended with Alfred lying over Ivan's own body, head resting on his chest. Ivan looked down at him and he looked up in turn, blue eyes shining like that of a puppy being given a treat by its master. Ivan sighed and immediately understood the purpose of the pillows.
They stayed in their position for a few comfortable minutes before Ivan decided he wanted to spoil the bright nation. Ivan rolled over once again so that he was on his hands and knees over Alfred. Alfred giggled, sounding not unlike a love-struck school girl. Ivan decided that he liked the sound of Alfred's laugh. He rested back on his knees and lifted his arms from either side of Alfred's head, then his hands descended onto the younger nation's sensitive body.
Alfred shriek with laughter as he was fiercely tickled. He rolled about on the pillows beneath the Russian, trying to escape the frantically moving fingers that spidered gently across his body, making him laugh.
"No! No fair!" Alfred managed to gasp out.
Ivan simply chuckled and continued enjoying the pure sound of Alfred's laughter. Alfred had begun wheezing by now, desperately taking in air between laughing fits. Ivan caught on to this and ceased moving his hands. He gazed upon Alfred's face, red from laughter and watched as Alfred slowly managed to catch his breath.
"Jerk," Alfred mumbled as he grabbed a pillow and threw it at the Russian's face.
Ivan had not been expecting this so the soft fabric of the pillow slammed right into his face. He laughed at the young nation's retaliation, he loved that pouting, red face of his.
